The light was obviously too bright. Her eyes were still closed but she could feel the sharp gleam penetrating her eyelids. So, reluctantly, she opened her eyes. It took a while for the image to stop blurring. Then it took even longer for it to really register in her mind. The room was white, pure white. She was lying on a bed, in what seemed like a hideous gown, with some sort of tube attached to her hand. A very scary-looking monitor was beside her bed. That was when everything became clear to her. She was in a hospital.

But why? She didn't remember getting hurt or anything. How did she get here?

Just when she was trying to make sense of her condition, the door to her room slid open and in walked Dr. Foreman. He looked up from a file in his hand and smiled. "Oh great, you're awake." He walked closer to check on her pulse. "You've been out for quite a long time. We thought we lost you already." He turned to look at her face. "So tell me, what happened to you?"

She stared at him. She could sense a friendly feeling from him but it was kind of surreal somehow. Slowly, she asked, "You…you don't know?"

He blinked once, then twice. "What do you mean I don't know? I didn't know anything until House called me in the middle of the night two days ago and told me you were brought in unconscious. Now can you tell me what happened or did you get high again and totally forgot it?"

"High? What are you talking about? Who's..who's House?" She looked hard at him, "and who are you?"

Foreman looked hard at her confused face. "Cameron, this isn't funny." But then he knew that she wasn't being funny. Allison Cameron was not someone to pull a prank like this. Not even if she was high. Something was definitely wrong.

"Cameron, you really don't know who I am?"

She shook her head. "No. I've never seen you before in my life."
He sighed, dreading to ask the next question. "Do you know who you are?"

"Of course! I'm…"

He looked at her face and sighed again, feeling the weight of the trouble that was in from of him. "You don't," he concluded. "Do you remember anything at all?" he asked again but Cameron was still too shocked by this new realization to answer. Just then, the door opened again and Dr. Chase walked in.

His face brightened up the moment he saw her face that he missed the panicked look on it. "Cameron, you're awake!" he said. "How are you feeling?"

Cameron stared at him. So he knew her too? She tried to search her brain for some memory, and failed.

Chase could feel that something was off when Cameron didn't answer him and looked to Foreman for explanation. "What's wrong?"

"She has amnesia," Foreman answered.

Chase's eyes widened. "Amnesia? What are you…," he turned his gaze to Cameron hoping to hear from her that Foreman was making some stupid joke, but when she locked her eyes with his, he understood.

"Oh my God," was all he said.